Hostage to Pleasure

A few minutes later, a whistle rang out. “All clear, Boy Genius.”


“Ice-fucking-cold water,” he muttered. “I’ve got Keenan up here.”

“Give us a couple of minutes.”

When he climbed up to Ashaya, she said, “Is Boy Genius another nickname?”

“No. It’s a way to get my temper going.”

Her lips curved slightly, despite the white-knuckled grip she had on Keenan. The kid gave him a pleading look. Dorian kissed Shaya and reached for him. “We’re safe. Give the K-Man to me.”

Keenan came without hesitation. “I want a big gun like yours.”

Trying not to smile, Dorian dropped an absent kiss on Keenan’s hair. “Did he . . . ?”

“No. I shielded him.” She looked down, eyes worried. “Will there be anything down there . . . to see?”

“They’re tidying up.” The bodies would be hidden away, the blood covered up, by the time he came down with Keenan. Since the boy didn’t have changeling senses, he wouldn’t smell the carnage.

Ashaya touched his cheek. “You protected us.”

He wondered how she’d known to say exactly what he needed to hear. “It was my own stupid—”

“Shh.” A feminine finger on his lips. “If it was your fault, it was mine as well. No ifs, no buts. You did good.”

Strangely, that simple sentence did more to soothe him than a thousand flowery words. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s go home.”



But it took a while for that to happen. After stashing Ashaya and Keenan in the Tank, the large vehicle Clay had driven to the location, he left them under Rina and Barker’s careful eyes, and returned to the scene of the kills.

The instant he saw the wolves, he realized the reason for the amount of noise—the boys weren’t juveniles, but only by a year or two. “Tai, what were you doing down here?”

Tai looked a little green as he shrugged. “Kit, Cory, and the others pulled a stunt in our territory, so we were, you know, paying them back.”

Dorian wondered what the DarkRiver boys had done. “Do I need to talk to them?”

“Nah.” He shook his head, swallowing as a wave of scent rose up in the shifting air currents. “We were just playing stupid games. Kid games.”

“You didn’t act like a kid today. Thank you.” Dorian held out his hand.

Tai gave him a shaky smile as their hands met. “We’ve never killed. Not people.”

Dorian glanced at Clay. “You called Hawke?”

“He’s on his way.”

Knowing the wolf alpha would take care of the boys, he told Tai and his friends to grab a seat on the forest floor a good distance away from the carnage. They obeyed without argument, leaving Dorian to walk over to the bodies. “Any ID?” he asked, crouching down beside Clay.

“No. But we found this.” The other sentinel pulled up the pant leg on one body, revealing the back of the shooter’s calf. The tattoo was simple. The letter A bordered by two straight lines. Except Dorian knew that that wasn’t what it was. It was an A overlying an H.

“Human Alliance.” He’d guessed as much, but it was good to have proof. “The others?”

“Yeah, ones with their legs undamaged.” Clay’s tone was predator-quiet as he said, “Two of them didn’t have bullets in their guns, but some kind of a dart.”

“Tranquilizer?”

“Probably. I’m going to send it up to Sierra Tech for tests, have one of our people run it.” To Dorian’s surprise, he leaned in to lift the dead male’s hair away from his neck.

Dorian spotted the reason why an instant later. “What is that?” The man had some kind of tiny metal device embedded at the top of his spinal cord.

Clay drew back his hand. “Maybe Ashaya can figure it out—they all have them.” He tapped a finger on his knee. “Important thing is, I don’t think we have to worry about another attack.”

“I’m not letting my guard down again.” He felt a sharp sense of disapproval along the mating bond. Ashaya, refusing to allow him to give in to guilt. It almost made him smile. “Why do you think this is over?” he asked Clay.

“There were fifty of them. All are dead.” Clay shrugged. “Whoever is running this would have to be an imbecile to send more people in now that we’ve been forewarned. And judging from their prep, I don’t think he’s that moronic.”

“No, he’s not. If I hadn’t had backup, they would’ve got what they wanted. Still, we make sure the word gets out that Ashaya’s got no info worth this much death.” Dorian didn’t kill easily, and he hated this fucking waste of life. But these men had come in with the intent to attack a predatory changeling’s mate and child. They’d made their choice.

“I’ll get the Rats on it,” Clay said, eyes narrowed as he began to go through the man’s equipment. “It’s time we began paying serious attention to the Human Alliance.”